What once was beautiful
has transformed into
a hideous creature that
has no feeling for the pain
caused, the deep betrayal
of a vow, the deformed spirit
of a voided heart and a silence
where too many words
are passed in hatred.
The abomination preys
on the weakened tatters
of what once was pure,
it eats away at the soul
of itself to inflict more
nonsensical suffering.
A cure will not present
itself, as long as the
victim plays its part,
holding on to the
reasoning of a mind
that claws at its
heels and drags it
lower into the abyss
of itself.
When the solution to
the monsterous complication
shows itself, will it be
recognized? or will it just
blow away like an autumn
leaf and burn in to ashes
in fire or decompose
into the earth?
The conundrum of
thought, the evading of
truth, the slow creeping
devil within itself has
either to end or begin
the bleeding.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Stan....Can emphatise with your feelings since I have gone through it and I guess most do....but just remember that think from your heart and not your mind.Mind and Ego can play a suicidal part in a relationship. Love